tyrath

Kid? Tyrath's skull dipped when the skull filly repeated their brother's name, fanged maw twisted into a sly smile. "I'm Tyrath." She didn't stop there, her questions are fired rapidly at him, she demanded to know where Kid was and an ashen ear fell backward. He hadn't seen Kid in awhile, just as he'd not seen Zhu until recently. Perhaps they had left together? Which would mean they would of returned together, and that Kid could of been not far behind his older brother when they had reunited.

He's not about to lose his new found sister over his inability to answer her questions.

"He was near the Dragon's Throat." It's a simple answer, the rest interrupted by a voice which cut across his own.

The Red Stallion drew his attention again, and Tyrath's quad-horned skull dipped to the side to better look at him. "Pardon me guys, and gal, but is are ya'll the kids of Volterra?"His question earned a snort from the flame wreathed colt, part of him found it foolish for him to ask — it wasn't like his aunt had spawned all of them from her womb, was it? Only his father had the virility, loose morals and stamina to continue to add to the already swollen brood. "Judging by our faces, we are all children of Volterra, it's not hard to see, no?" Their is pride in his voice, while he does not know Sabre, she is his sister, there is no less pride in his voice for her. The flames which poured from his body flared with his words as his wings raised slightly.

The bump from Astarot is returned by his rump being swung in his direction, a wicked grin on his features. "Nice of you to finally show up." He mused, "I thought your fat ass had fallen down a hole, where have you been?"

Part of him was annoyed, not at the red-roan stallion, but out of the corner of his eye more and more turned up — some greedy and selfish no doubt — to try and gain the tree's favor for the delicate treasure it held. More equines to compete with, for that was what this was, no? They would shove and push one another until there was one the tree deemed worthy. Ears fell forward when the tree finally answered his question, it lamented the plight of the creatures who called their boughs and branches home, and that they would die without help.

He had seen the fires on the mainland, as he had flew during tallsun. Had they really ravaged the land that much? His thoughts turned towards his Grandfather and his mother, they were charged with the protection of their land and the creatures within it, it made sense that he too would also have to play his part in keeping those that could not, safe. He wasn't inherently selfish, and there was a tender seed within that wanted to do good, it merely needed a tender hoof to guide it.

"I will help too." And with that, his wings spread and pulled him into a hover in the air. It was easier to glide than it was to truly soar, mindful to avoid getting snagged and pricked by thorns and tangled branches. A nearby tree he spied, was filled with nuts and carefully, his toothed maw plucked the branch from it's place and stowed it in the braid of his tail, another soon joined it and he decided that he would try and at least find some berries. It would be better if the creatures had a variety, he knew he wouldn't be pleased if all he had to eat was nuts.

The berries were harder than expected, the thorns nipped at his nose as he reached for their branches, yet he wasn't about to rely on his magic, even if it would make it easier for him to collect everything. Soon, his braided tail is littered with thorned branches of berries and collections of nuts and he moved back to the tree. Carefully, he placed the various branches upon the stumps until they were all there and he gave a nod to himself. Hopefully it was enough, it looked enough at least. "Is there enough?" It's quiet, and he hadn't realized he'd spoken his own worry out loud.

The outburst is short lived, the skull marked filly is back at him. His face fell back to it's usual wry facade as he peered at her. "Like I said, I'm your brother." He stated with a cock of his head. "As is Astarot. You should come visit the Throat, since he was by the Heart Caves. Father is there now, as Gladiator of the Throat, and Ma is the Sultana, they could help you find him. I'm pretty sure they have seen him as well." If anyone else has seen him, other than Zhu, he was sure they would have.

"Talk."

This is the Hour of Twilight,

and all will burn